Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 21:33:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Down in the Park

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
Tumblr – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check
it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110457995534/

This story is an original work of fiction, copyright me 2015. I own it, and
all legal rights to it. If you're not of legal age in your jurisdiction to
be reading it, do us both a favor and come back to it when you are. This is
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*****

Even though he was new to it, new to everything beyond jerking off, god
damn but Jonas could suck cock. I was a bit more experienced, both giving
and receiving, and nobody could make my toes curl like he did. Fuck, he'd
sucked a huge load from my college boy dick just this morning, sneaking
into our shared bathroom as I was getting ready to shower, a hungry grin on
his handsome teen face, a twinkle in his eyes, a throbbing 17-year-old
hardon tenting his sleep pants, as he yanked my shorts down and got down to
business. I was doing everything I could to stifle my moans and to make it
last as long as possible, but our folks were already rattling around
downstairs, so I gripped the back of his head and blasted off, listening to
his moans of pleasure as he gulped down my thick, hot big brother cum.

When I'd suggested that we take advantage of the good weather and go check
out the park, he got that spark in his eyes and that big, sexy grin of his,
and my cock started to perk up all over again, knowing what was in store
for it. I'd fucked around outdoors, sure, but never in broad daylight, on a
springlike Sunday like this one, so it added an extra thrill as we went
exploring, looking for a place to get our brother rocks off together. Like
a challenge, a sexy challenge. We found this spot off one of the back
paths, nobody else around, and scampered down into the winding creek bed
just like in the old days, when we were just two adventure-seeking kid
brothers. A decade before we'd fall into this hot, intense, secret
incestuous affair thing we'd started into.

I was just as hot for him as he was for me, and we kissed hungrily,
moaning, mouths hot and wet and eager as they worked together, loving the
way he sucked on my tongue, the warm slickness of his spit mixing with mine
as we slid our hands up under each other's sweatshirts, feeling up our
tight, athletic bodies. My kid bro sure could kiss, and just like me, got
ragingly hard doing just that, so I cupped his muscular little jock butt
and pulled him in tight, grinding my hard big brother cock bulge against
his, our jeans already starting to feel all humid inside.

"Fuck, Kenny," he moaned, dropping to his knees, pushing my sweatshirt up
higher so he could kiss and lick my abs.

I rubbed the back of his head, moaning his name myself, with lust and
genuine affection for the hot little bro fucker, watching eagerly as he
hurriedly, hungrily unsnapped my jeans, tugging them and my boxer briefs
down to just under my ass, freeing up my big cock and balls to swing in the
warm light breeze. He stared lustfully at it, the big dick I'd always been
proud of, that scored lots of compliments and a good deal of tail - but no
better tail than his. My little bro's. So fucking kinky and uninhibited and
hot, like I wished sex could be all the damn time. I watched him give my
thick shaft a slow, appreciative stroke, and then moaned as he lapped
around the rim under my big mushroom head, then swallowed me down to the
root.

"Oh fuckkkkk, baby brother," I moaned heatedly, leaning my head back
against the bough behind me, eyes rolling up in my head. He'd been a real
quick study when it came to cocksucking, definitely quicker than I'd been
with my buds at his age, and was justifiably proud of his ability to
deep-throat me. I was still working on that particular trick, and no way
I'd be able to do it so smoothly as he did on a cock the size of mine. It
made me proud of him, big-brother proud, like when he'd pin his opponents
to the mat and win his matches.

I watched in wonder, a hot mix of lust and love and admiration for my
cock-hungry little bro, stroking his face tenderly, moaning his name and a
mix of compliments and endearments that I knew he loved to hear from me, as
he cupped my big, cum-filled jock balls, and worked me over like an expert.

He liked watching me come, liked to work my big, spit-dripping,
pre-bubbling shaft as we both watched my seed fly, so I warned him as he
got me right to the brink, feeling my big dick pulsing, my balls tight,
that tell-tale electric tingle all along my seven inches, signalling
another epic, brother-induced load was coming right up. Jonas just gave a
hungry, lusty growl and worked it harder, faster, wetter, and my toes
curled, I pushed up on the balls of my feet, my quads flexing, my muscled
butt dimpling deep, and moaned his name again as I fired and fired and
fired. Eight thick, hot, creamy shots of big brother juice, shooting down
his throat. I watched him pull his head back, holding the tip on his tongue
so he could taste and feel my cream as it erupted. God, he was a
natural-born cocksucker, and I meant that in the best, most complimentary
way. It made me want to suck an equally big load out of him, return the
favor, and I was already salivating a little at the prospect.

We were both sweating when he came up, strings of mixed spit and cum
connecting his sexy lips and the tip of my still-twitching dick. I gave him
a huge, grateful, loving grin, saw it reflected in his happy, sexy kid bro
face, and leaned in to kiss him. Lapping inside his mouth, scooping up
whatever was left of my load, loving his moans as our tongues slid and
danced and shared the fruits of his labors. When we'd swallowed every last
trace, just the thick aftertaste of salt and minerals left of my seed, I
kissed him again as he stood, softer, more intimate, thankful. Shit... I
had to watch myself here. I could find myself falling in love with this
kid, little brother or not.

"Was it good, big bro?" he asked, always eager for feedback. I just grinned
at him, kissed him again, slipping him some tongue once more.

"Best yet, baby bro, best yet," I growled. "Until next time, anyway."